A new poster fitting the vibe of the week. Get it? In honor of both the upcoming Vibe Class redux and the immenent Dance Vibes hit single music track releasing, I thought a nice motivational would hit the spot. For those in the Teacher Pet+ Tier, enjoy the attached short story that accompanies this lovely poster. **Bonus points if you read it while vibing**

VIBES

The skirt swishes when I walk.

It's something you don’t think about… but is impossible not to notice.

Panties move with you, quiet and hidden. Yoga pants just are. But a skirt moves. Swings.

swishes

It announces each step like it's proud of itself. I feel it brush the backs of my thighs with every stride, and I can't make it stop without stopping entirely, which would be worse, because then all I would feel is the little plug up inside of me.

I push the cart into the produce section with my chin up, trying to hide how much I want to hide.

A woman with a toddler on her hip looks at me…at the polka dot skirt, the red shoes, the carefully styled hair. Something crosses her face.

Amusement?

Recognition?

I honestly don't know which would be worse.

A man in a grey hoodie is inspecting avocados…

…until I pass…

…then that same intense scrutiny is turned my way.

My face is already hot. My heart pounding.

swish swish swish

This is fine. I am shopping. I've done this a million times. I am just a person shopping. A person dressed like a 1950s pinup shopping…

Unhhh.

Something. Low. Almost nothing. Probably just the thing inside me shifting. Little more than a phantom buzz from a cell phone. My imagination deciding to punish me early… I hold very still for a moment.

Nothing.

I reach for the tomatoes.

It was not my imagination.

My knees fail before I can tell them not to. They just…soften like melting butter. A small jerk runs through my hips that I catch…that I mostly catch…by locking both hands onto the cart handle. The breath that leaves me is not a squeal. It is just a breath that forgot to stay inside.

The heat hits my face like a slap…almost glowing…

I stand up straight. I look into the middle distance, trying to see if anyone noticed…and not be seen.

I am just a person standing in the grocery store.

I am fine.

Around me, people are…everyone is…

…I can't quite focus on expressions.

Everything has narrowed to the sensation. The slow pulsing rhythm goes soft then hard, then soft again…it radiates outward with every shallow breath. My knuckles are white, gripping the cart and trying desperately to hide what is happening under my skirt.

I feel the build, and then the helpless wetness spill into my panties. I nibble my lip, closing my eyes, trying to will this to be a dream…I just need to…

"Excuse me…miss…are you okay?"

Young. Male. Red vest. Name tag I can't read. Easily ten years younger than me.

His face is doing something I can't interpret. Concern? Confusion? What does he see when he looks at me? A woman upset in the produce section? A woman who just came against her will? Or does he see the Sissy? The Sissy who…

My heart is beating too fast.

"I'm fine, thank you."

I worry the words are going to come out at the wrong pitch. I'm trusting all those long sessions of practice will save me…

He holds a beat…the eye contact…the scrutinizing look…for just a little too long before he nods and moves away.

I find my phone with shaking fingers. I need to tell her something is wrong. That it's too much, that I'm in public, that she must not realize how…that she should turn it off…that this has gone too far…that she can't make me do this…that I need her to…

The message is already there as a notification.

Don't forget napkins x

I stare at it.

She knows exactly where I am. She knows exactly what she is doing to me. I can almost see her, sitting in her chair, with her coffee…just as I left her…a finger on the screen, dragging slowly, while I lock my knees in the produce section and squirt and drip helplessly. Controlling my body quietly, easily, without my permission.

I type: yes mistress

The buzzing stops.

I stand very still for a moment. Will she do it again?

…do I want her to?

swish swish swish

Swaying my hips, feeling the little control device inside of me shift…I go to find the napkins.